Page 155 of Sunsplitter

Fionamara held her selection up for approval. Antal growled, an invitation.

Still, she hesitated. Soft fingers cupped his chin. “Are you sure?”

So soft at her center, this woman.

“Exquisitely sure.” He nipped her chin. Dropped to a taunt. “Do I need to show you how to use it?”

“Don’t insult me, Antlers.”

She shoved Antal onto his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed, sparing the pillows from his antlers. Her touch was whisper soft as she unfastened his shirt, cruel caresses as she traced circles down his chest. Down his abdomen. When she unbuttoned his trousers, he groaned as his cock lifted free. He was wretchedly hard, aching for her touch.

She denied him with a knowing smirk.

Her fingers ghosted down his thigh. From the drawer, she retrieved a vial of oil. Antal watched with bated breath as she dipped her fingers inside, retracting them with slow pageantry, allowing several drops of lubricant to slip off her nails and fall cool against his hip.

She slid slicked fingers down his abdomen.

Around the base of his cock.

Then pushed a finger into him.

Antal moaned, back arcing as his tail lashed the sheets. Fuck, it had been so long since he’d had this.

He wanted so much more from her.

Fionamara explored him gently. She worked a second finger in, plying him wider. Testing bolder strokes that sent a shudder up his spine.

Then three fingers. Merciless Void, he was hers so fully. His tail wrapped her leg, an anchor. A reassurance that this was everything he wanted. Antal lifted his hips, a plea for more.

He loved holding her down as she fought.

He loved the thrill of letting go, trusting himself to her without restraint.

He lovedher, every piece. Whichever way they came together.

Fionamara donned the straps with ruthless efficiency. She oiled her implement, never breaking eye contact, tongue tracing her lip. Veshri’s teeth, shehaddone this before. The tease of the phallus against his ass left him breathless, bracing for…

Antal fractured as she pushed into him. So slow. So cautious.

Not all his partners had been, when he’d offered himself this way. When Antal was younger, still trailing his father’s heels in the halls of the Daey Celva, a hungry apprentice with everything to prove, he’d sparred with many better-connected daeyari. Just another way of collecting information. They’d been consensual, but selfish, taking what they wanted from him.

Fionamara was just as vicious as any of those creatures. But underneath that, always a caring edge to her touch. With her, he felt safe.

“Ok?” she said lowly.

“Yes,” he breathed.

She moved in him. And he crumbled.

Antal tipped his head back, eyes closed, just… feeling her. Feelingfull. Savoring the mix of ache and euphoria. His breaths shallowed, pressure building so agonizingly deep inside him. His own cock, hard and throbbing. He dug his claws into the sheets to steady himself.

“How do you like it?” Fionamara purred.

Antal gasped. Swallowed. “Slow,” he rasped.

“Slow?” She ran her hands over his hips, bracing another thrust. “Is this slow enough?”

“Perfect.” A moan. “Merciless Void, you’re fuckingperfect.”